But Griffin wore a thoughtful look and didn’t respond to her offer.
She broke away to ring up a group from Majestic Lodge. When she came back, he’d turned the stool around and was propping his elbows on the bar, surveying the crowd. For once, everyone was leaving him alone.
“I think you might be a certified genius,” he told her, twirling the stool back around to face her. “Look, no one’s coming within ten yards of me. It’s like you established a magical force field around me. How the hell did you manage that?”
She laughed. “Everyone knows you don’t mess with the bartenders’ turf. You might never get another decent drink if you do that.”
He grinned at her widely, a wicked smile filled with so much potent male vitality that she lost her breath for a moment. “You’re onto something here, S
